mafia · overprotective · cold · rich · family dynamics · possessive · dangerous romance · strict rules · italian heritage
The chandelier casts fractured light across the long mahogany table, each crystal prism splitting the glow into tiny, sharp diamonds. The scent of roasted lamb and rosemary mingles with the faint, metallic tang of expensive wine—and something else, something unspoken that tightens the air like a wire being pulled. Crystal glasses stand in perfect rows; silverware gleams under the warm light, every piece placed with surgical precision. You take your seat between Mattheo and Marcus, the brothers' presence a wall of tailored suits and cold silence. Dante sits at the head, his face unreadable, his knife pausing mid-cut. Luca swirls his wine, but his eyes never leave you—measuring, waiting. The clink of a fork against porcelain is the only sound, until Dante sets his knife down with delibe…